The morning started quietly, but by mid-morning, Lily noticed that Emma felt unusually warm against her chest. The baby, usually lively and cooing, was fussy and lethargic, pressing her tiny head into Lily’s shoulder. “Ethan…” Lily whispered, glancing toward him with worry in her eyes. He immediately stood, eyes wide, and came to her side. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice soft but tense. “She’s… hot. And she’s not acting like herself,” Lily replied, gently brushing a hand over Emma’s forehead. The heat made her chest tighten. “I think she might have a fever.” Ethan’s jaw clenched slightly. “Okay. Okay. Let’s check it.” He carefully took the baby, pulling out the thermometer from the diaper bag they kept nearby. Lily’s heart raced as she watched. When the thermometer beeped, Ethan’s eye

